In twilight's hush, where shadows play
Psychopomps guide souls on their final way
With gentle hands, they lead the lost and worn
Through darkness and the unknown, a guiding dawn
Psychopomps guide souls on their final way
With gentle hands, they lead the lost and worn
Through darkness and the unknown, a guiding dawn
Charon waits, his ferry's old and worn
St. Matthew scribes the names, as souls are born
Valkyries choose the brave who've fallen in fight
Grim Reapers stalk, a harvest of endless night
St. Matthew scribes the names, as souls are born
Valkyries choose the brave who've fallen in fight
Grim Reapers stalk, a harvest of endless night
Anubis, Hermes, and Hine-nui-te-pō too
Each culture's guides, with rituals anew
They stand between worlds, a bridge of light
A safe passage, through the endless night
Each culture's guides, with rituals anew
They stand between worlds, a bridge of light
A safe passage, through the endless night
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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